Huang Zhishu nodded. She had been looking forward to such a future for a long time.
She then thought of something and spoke up in concern. "Will they find any problems related to Hao Changsheng?"
"Mom, don't worry about the way I handle matters." A hint of viciousness flashed past Bai Jingrou's eyes. "There's no way they'll find any clues leading back to us."
"That's good."
...
The next day, Bai Qinghao and Bai Chongshan sat down for a chess match in the Bai family's old mansion's yard.
Fang Xinxin brought another chair over to sit by their side. "Both of you are really skilled. You've had almost six matches yet it isn't clear who the winner is."
Bai Chongshan asked her. "Between Qinghao and I, who appears to be more skilled?"
Fang Xinxin tapped on her chin. "Grandfather, would you prefer to listen to the truth or to lies?"
